Thought
 
Rushing, rushing 'round my head,
Swirling in a pool of liquid light,
Thoughts are scrambled and tossed about,
Then fade away silently into the night.
 
Ideas that form and shatter again,
Traversing the pathways of time.
An attempt to snatch them up and away
Only destroys what could never be mine.
 
A final grasp for a lucid creation,
That surfaced once more in my mind,
Rewards me only with shadows and dust,
Which I will forever leave far behind.
 
A memory may surface once and again,
To tease and taunt my poor self,
But I can only stare with longing and grief,
Then with a sigh put it back on the shelf.